I was 20 years old. I had just finished my first semester of clinicals on the GI floor of a major downtown hospital. I decided to take a job as a tech on the same floor over my winter break and into the beginning of my next semester. Things were going just as planned with only a year and a half to go until I received my nursing degree.
My plans/dreams took a dramatic turn when my boyfriend and I found out we were expecting our first child. I was dizzy and little numb when the test came back positive. After the shock wore off we began to play 20 questions (more like a million questions). How would we tell our parents? How would they react? What about college? Marriage? And so on. After much discussion we decided that we didn't want to raise this baby apart. We would get married and he would finish his degree.
We were married in May. The small county hospital down the way from my parents is where I worked through the summer. My now husband took a job with a large construction company in the city. My parents were gracious enough to let us stay with them until the next semester began. That august, a few days after my baby shower, we packed up the car and headed north. I watched the big city get smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. My emotions can only be described as a roller coaster. Excitement for what was coming. Sadness for what I was leaving behind.
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